Deep in the ancestral hall, a ruined temple was alone and surrounded by mist.
There is a dim light in the ruined temple, which symbolizes safety, but at this moment the light is flickering on and off.
Next to the scarlet blood coffin, the man in the black hat and Feng An were sitting on pins and needles.
"Boom!"
There was another knocking sound in the blood coffin, but this ordinary sound exploded in their minds like thunder.
"Damn it, isn't that guy inside already awake?" the man in the black hat said with a worried look.
"Probably not. The supernatural balance here is the work of the previous ghost masters. They can turn this village into a ghost breeding ground. They must be very powerful, so the supernatural balance they designed cannot be destroyed so easily."
Feng An grinned and said, he didn't know where he got the courage.
Maybe it's just that I simply can't accept that the supernatural balance has been destroyed, so I find various excuses to comfort myself.
"Not just the one in the blood coffin, I feel like the one on the rafters is about to wake up..." The man in the black hat said worriedly. Even though he was experienced, he couldn't help but start to panic when encountering this situation.
I no longer have any intention of retiring in a ruined temple.
This ruined temple is no longer safe.
On the beam, the highly decomposed oil corpse was still shaking slightly, with its long dark red tongue hanging down to its chest, still looking ferocious.
"No, it's just the wind blowing. Don't be surprised!" Feng An said excitedly.
"The wind blows? Where is the wind here? And why is the oil corpse shaking just now?" The man in the black hat was obviously not so easily perfunctory.
"This..." Feng An hesitated for a while, and then said decisively,
"Isn't this obvious? Our words disturb the air flow here. The balance designed by the senior ghost master is very delicate and is very sensitive to the air flow. So let's stop talking and stay there. Nothing will happen!"
The man in the black hat sighed helplessly after hearing this. Feng An had already started talking nonsense.
"Boom!!!"
At this moment, an extremely loud knocking sound came, as if the person inside the blood coffin was beating the coffin board hard.
"Damn it, the evil spirit inside is really awake and wants to come out!" The man in the black hat was shocked.
At this moment, he no longer had any room for hesitation. There was no doubt that the balance of this ruined temple had been broken.
"So what if I wake up! The corpse oil lamp is still on, we are still safe..." Feng An retorted, but his voice was weak.
"Stop kidding yourself, we have to do something!" The man in the black hat began to become anxious.
At this moment, the highly decomposed oil corpse shook more violently, and the flame of the corpse oil lamp began to be erratic, as if it would go out at any time.
"We should bring that corpse oil lamp over. If it goes out, we are really doomed!" the man in the black hat urged.
"How can this work? What if the corpse oil is not enough after we take it away?" Feng An immediately retorted.
"Damn it..." the man in the black hat spat, feeling really convinced by this old man.
"Then you want to watch it go out?" The man in the black hat said seriously.
"This..." Feng An began to hesitate, glanced at the shaking and ferocious oil corpse in horror, and said in an excited tone,
"Go ahead, go ahead!"
"Damn, this guy is such a coward." The man in the black hat cursed inwardly, but there was nothing he could do about this guy. The top priority was to save the corpse oil lamp.
So he walked towards the altar table, ready to take the corpse oil lamp.
At this moment, the oil corpse stopped shaking and began to rotate slowly.
The light of the corpse oil lamp returned to normal.
"What's going on..." The man in the black hat didn't understand.
Feng An, who was huddled in the corner, was delighted when he saw this and said:
"I told you that the supernatural balance is not that easy to destroy. The shaking of the oil corpse must have been caused by the wind, so there is no need to make a fuss."
Is that really the case?
The man in the black hat looked at the oil corpse in front of him and fell into confusion.
"boom!!!"
At this time, a loud noise came, and the coffin lid of the blood coffin jumped visibly.
"Damn it, this evil ghost is coming out, hurry up, suppress it!" The man in the black hat was suddenly frightened.
Obviously, the light of the corpse oil lamp was no longer enough to suppress the evil ghosts in the blood coffin, so they had to intervene.
Without hesitation, the man in the black hat immediately activated the ghost windbreaker, preparing to suppress the blood coffin.
The blood coffin is elevated on four floor tiles, so the cuffs of the ghost windbreaker can tie the blood coffin several times.
"boom!"
After being tied up by the cuffs of the ghost windbreaker, the coffin lid was still beating, but the beating intensity had weakened a lot.
When Feng An saw this, he also realized that something was wrong. He activated Guipi's ability and pressed the coffin board hard with his muscular hands.
Under the joint suppression of the two, the coffin lid stopped beating, but there was still a slight knocking sound inside.
"Suppressed it for the time being." The man in the black hat breathed a sigh of relief.
The corpse oil lamp and blood coffin returned to normal, and the supernatural balance was temporarily stabilized.
Under the beam, the oil corpse was still spinning slowly. Every time it turned, the ferocious face would pass in front of the two of them.
The man in the black hat looked at the oil corpse quietly, with an unspeakable worry in his heart.
"I'll go, don't keep staring at that damn thing!" Feng An hurriedly dissuaded him.
"I don't want to either, but have you noticed that the face of this oil corpse is changing?" the man in the black hat said with a worried look.
After hearing this, Feng An also endured fear and looked at the oil corpse. After observing for a while, he also understood the feelings of the man in the black hat.
Every time it turns around, the ferocious face of the oil corpse seems to undergo subtle changes.
Has its mouth ever been so open before? The eyes seem to have turned in the direction? The muscles on your face seem to have changed?
They couldn't compare these details, but they had a vague feeling that the oil corpse was becoming more ferocious.
Suddenly, the oil corpse's face turned around again, and the dark red tongue hanging down to his chest seemed to be curling.
"ha……"
There was an inaudible exhale.
The two of them suddenly felt numb.
"Damn it, will this thing wake up?" The man in the black hat asked worriedly.
"Probably not, it is hanging by a black rope!" Feng An retorted.
But the man in the black hat still felt vaguely uneasy. His ghost trench coat was wrapped around the black coffin, making it difficult for him to move, so he turned to Feng And and said:
"Go and get the black blood sword. It will be safer."
But Feng An was a little confused after hearing this:
"It's not necessary. The supernatural balance is still very stable now, and that black blood sword is so powerful that not everyone can hold it."
"What a coward!" The man in the black hat was furious.
He began to miss Jiang Yan. He felt safe around Jiang Yan before, at least he felt much more at ease.
But Jiang Yan was already dead in the ghost world.
Thinking of this, the man in the black hat couldn't help but sigh with regret.
"Chi..."
At this time, a clear sound came, like something being torn apart.
"This is..." The man in the black hat realized something and immediately looked at the black rope on the beam.
The oil corpse had just turned so many times, and the black rope had been twisted very thin, as if it would break at any time.
Although the black rope is a supernatural object and will not be damaged after being twisted a few times, what it hangs is a terrifying ghost.
"Damn it, that oil corpse woke up a long time ago, and it's been eroding the black rope!" The man in the black hat said in shock.
"What!" Feng An also looked at the oil corpse in horror.
At this time, the oil corpse just turned in front of them, and his pupils turned as if looking at them.
The dark red tongue suddenly retracted, and the corners of his grinned mouth seemed to be smiling.
"boom!"
At this moment, the black rope broke and the oil corpse fell to the ground.
The corpse oil lamp was also knocked over and extinguished.
The ruined temple suddenly fell into darkness...
